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Physical Therapy, Themysciran Style	By : HeyBats Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 12837 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Physical Therapy, Themysciran Style
- 1
Author’s Note:

Takes place after Starcrossed. WW and MM have moved into Wayne Manor as the destruction of the Watchtower has left them homeless.

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Perched in a chair usually reserved for the Dark Knight, Diana busied herself keeping current on world events. Clad in a simple cotton shirt and pant combination she’d stolen from Bruce’s drawer in the workout room, she paginated rapidly through various web-sites with her right hand while working the remote control with the other.

Diana was working the graveyard shift for Monitor Duty for the sixth night in a row. The destruction of the Watchtower had created a technology vacuum for the League for which there was no easy remedy. As Batman had designed redundancies between the Cave and the Watchtower computer systems, the Cave by default had become the primary meeting and communications site for the League for the past two weeks. The six remaining members alternated serving the Monitor Duty shifts however since Diana and J’onn J’onnz had moved into the Manor as a result of their homeless status, she felt compelled to volunteer for the most unattractive tto pto perfoonitonitor Duty. She told herself it was the least she could do now that she was the last female member of the League, ignoring the more obvious reason that it provided her an opportunity to interact with Batman for a few precious seconds every day.

There weren’t any emergencies requiring the response of the League although she left the TV tuned to Snapper Carr’s news show to hear the latest update on Hurricane Joseph. Snapper was interviewing a hurricane expert, a Professor from Colorado State named Fred Scuttle, via satellite as the man had correctly predicted the past four hurricane seasons with his computerized weather model.

The anchorman and his guest were updating the latest forecast which showed the hurricane moving away from Florida’s Atlantic Coast and would likely pass between North Carolina and Bermuda in 24 hours, causing high surf but no lasting damage.

“Thank Hera.” Wonder Woman sighed, then clicked off the channel. She sat back in the chair, absently reading the latest news on the Fox News Channel web-site. The chair was comfortable, but it was the only part of the Cave Diana really liked. The darkness of the Cave was almost claustrophobic but Diana was more affected by the dank smell of the guano hundreds of meters on the cavern floors below.

Diana reflected on her introduction to the Cave…After their escape from the Thanagarians, Bruce hailed them a cab at the Tandrestrestaurant for the journey to Wayne Manor. Somehow he’d produced a $100 bill out of thin air to pay the driver when they pulled into the driveway. Alfred was waiting in the foyer when they entered the mansion and Diana instantly took a liking to the kindly look of him.

“Diana, this is Alfred.” Bruce said flippantly, obviously desiring to rush down to the Cave, “Diana, Alfred.”

“Pleased to meet you Madame,” Alfred said warmly, “Master Bruce has told me so much about you.”

“Has he really?” Diana asked in surprise, looking intently at Bruce’s face for a reaction.

“Rest assured, the Master is quite impressed with you.” Alfred replied.

A dark cloud settled on Bruce’s face for a moment. “Unfortunately we don’t have time for a proper introduction, Alfred. I expect that we will have four more guests arrive in a few minutes. Would it be possible to prepare something from the kitchen as they probably haven’t eaten in awhile?”

“Should I serve them here or downstairs?” Alfred inquired.

“The Cave, Alfred, if you would.”

Bruce escorted Diana to the grandfather clock then motioned for her to follow him once the entrance slid open. He was nonchalant during her introduction to the Cave, acting as if he introduced his League teammates to the Cave every day. Diana stood in awe at the size of the cavern but she was even more impressed by the extent of the construction. Besides his vast computer and monitor systems, there was an re gre gym and workout room as well as an infirmary and adjacent physical therapy facilities. Bruce left Diana briefly on her oo exo explore the Cave however J’onn and Superman had joined them a few minutes later, cutting short her exploration. Wally and John Stewart arrived in time for Hawkgirl’s appearance in the Cave and she’d never asked for, nor received, a guided tour from her teammate.

Diana was still speculating how Hawkgirl had determined Batman’s identity and more importantly, how she’d located the Cave. Her resignation from the League had left a surprising void in Diana’s daily routine. Diana realized that they’d become better friends than she’d ever realized. Although she wasn’t prone to gossip, she rued the fact that she’d lost her primary confidant in the League. ‘Sometimes you can only really appreciate people when they’re gone,’ Diana thought with a pang of regret.

Rousing herself from her introspection, Diana looked over her shoulder to make she she was alone, then queued up a recording of the Watchtower impacting the Thanagarian’s hyperspace by-pass equipment. She shivered as the camera faintly recorded an outline of Superman carrying an unconscious Batman seconds before the flaming wreck impacted on the citadel and Diana reminded herself to thank Superman for saving their colleague.

Diana’s flashback was interrupted by the Batmobile’s entrance at the tunnel mouth. The gas turbine engine echoed off the cha wal walls and Diana’s ears actually ached for a moment due to the decibel level of the engine. Given the rpm levels and her experience working in the Cave the last two weeks, Diana knew it would take another minute for the vehicle to work its way along the tunnel road until Batman would park the vehicle on the turnaround twenty meters from the monitor.

His routine was superhuman, she thought wearily, as the Batmobile headlights bounced along the cave walls. Bruce’s internal clock started in the early evenings at the computer console (he would always bump whoever was on Monitor Duty out of the “Big Chair” – as Robin called it – to a smaller station recessed farther down the Cave) monitoring criminal activity. Patrol usually started around nine in the evening and would last until four in the morning or later, depending on the criminal activity in Gotham. He spent another few hours entering data into the computer or analyzing evidence before retiring to the Manor for a brief nap around sunup. Alfred would usually have a light brunch waiting for him three hours later before his departure into Gotham to take in his scheduled meetings at Wayne Enterprises, then Bruce would return to the Manor after rush hour to begin the schedule anew.

Diana shook her head with amazement that one man, a mortal with no special powers no less, could maintain this kind of pace. Then again, she thought, mere mortal were not words that instantly came to mind when she thought of how to best describe him. Arrogant, cunning and unfortunately, despicably handsome all came to mind. Clark once said during a discussion that Batman’s critics thought his stealthy approach to fighting criminals reflected a type of cowardice. Diana considered that viewpoint, then laughed out loud. ‘Those people would complain about anything,’ she thought. She admired his courage and knew that he’d selflessly adopted the Gotham coity ity in order to protect the weak against the tyranny of those in power.

She turned off the video of the Watchtower’s demise and clicked the mouse to place some web pages from the news channels on the monitors to cover her tracks. Diana scanned them quickly and found nothing of interest when the Batmobile roared to a stop a few meters away. The roof slid back and Batman and Batgirl emerged from the a moa moment later. Batgirl hopped out of the car first and landed on the floor with an elegance and grace which reminded Diana of a ballerina. Diana was secretly envious of the red-head, wistfully stealing a glance at Barbara Gordon’s petite figure and delicate features, which stood in direct contrast to her larger Amazonian stature. On Themyscira, she’d never thought once about her height but in Man’s World she often towered over both men and women. Bruce and Clark were an inch or two taller, respectively and she wondered sometimes if she felt more comfortable in their presence because of that simple fact.

Batman gingerly pulled himself out of the carseat and winced as his leg touched the floor of the Cave. Batgirl looked at him with consternation and shook her head, muttering sarcastically, “Oh yeah… you’re fine! You can barely breathe but you’re fine”

“What happened?” Diana asked with concern, raising herself out of the chair.

“Nothing!” Batman growled as he poured himself into the familiar position in front of the monitors. He quickly busied himself on a criminal file and Diana looked quizzically at Batgirl as Killer Croc’s face flashed on the screen.

“Nothing is hardly the description I would use.” Batgirl started as she pulled her own cowl back off her head, revealing the matted, sweat-soaked locks of red hair. “We traced a new gang of weapons dealers to the docks near Beale Street. When we got there, it turned out they’d hired Killer Croc as their bodyguard. He was waiting for us…must have gotten ten solid body shots on our friend here before he knocked him out with a gas pellet. I wouldss tss that if Croc didn’t rupture his spleen then there’s probably some internal bleeding to deal with.”

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here!” Batman growled. “I’m fine.”

Barbara rolled her eyes at Diana, shook her head in exasperation then walked into the changing room a few yards down the cavern. Diana heard the sounds of a shower running before she opened her mouth to speak.

“I know what you are going to say but I’m fine. I don’t need any rest.” He interrupted before she could start. “Why don’t you go back up to the Manor? I’ll take over Monitor Duty for the rest of the shift.”

Diana gritted her teeth, biting back her initial urge to reply to his abrasive tone. She took in a deep breath then deliberately lightened her tone, “I was going to suggest that I might be able to ease some of your pain with a healinghniqhnique taught on Themyscira. Croc is a meta after all… those bones of yours aren’t really made to take shots from that kind of power and…”

“I already took a Tylenol.” He interrupted defiantly, then resumed typing.

Barbara emerged from the changing room a second later. Her hair was still wet but otherwise no one would have guessed that the fresh faced young adult, clad in ordinary jeans and a sweat-shirt, was Batgirl by night. “I see that he is as accommodating for you as he was for me.” She turned to Batman. “Since I can’t change your mind, I’m going home and getting some rest.”

She cheerily waved at Diana as she walked down the tunnel to her Camry parked in one of the side tunnels, “Nite’ Diana.”

“Good night, Barbara.” Diana replied, then returned her gaze on the wounded warrior in the chair.

“Bruce, I wasn’t finished. I was about to suggest that an immersion in the whirlpool and a massage might help sooth your wounds.”

“I’ll take a whiol lol later. I gave Alfred the night off so he’s not available for a rub-down.” He replied tersely.

Diana considered the object of her frustration for a few seconds before she decided to take matters into her ownds.nds. She picked up his chair and flew down the Cave to the whirlpool room, then unceremoniously dumped him into the hot water. He landed with a resounding splash, spluttering a few choice epithets about her Amazonian heritage from the deep end before swimming to the side of the whirlpool.

Diana patiently waited for him at the water’s edge then pushed him back into the water, using a bit of her meta strength to let him know that she was serious. “Now that I’ve got your attention, are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way? The easy way means you soak in the tub for twenty minutes then I’ll give you a rub-down. The hard way means I hold you under water until you’re unconscious then tape you to the table while I give you a-dow-down.”

Batman’s eyes glowered at her for a second before Diana started laughing. “Don’t give me that glare, Bruce. It doesn’t work! You need to heal or you will become a liability to both your team and the League. Why don’t you take off the suit and let the water do its work then I’ll give you a massage that will make you wish that Alfred spent some time on Themyscira learning the healing arts.”

He considered his options for a moment and realized that from the set of her jaw, Diana was intent on following through with her promise. He nodded in assent then waited for a moment until Diana retreated from the room before he started peeling over the now soaked nomex-kevlar weave. He tossed the articles of clothing onto a nearby hook to dry off then concentrated on soaking the damaged parts of his body under the power of the jets. Each movement seemed to result in a new jolt of pain screaming through his nervous system. By his own count he had taken at least a dozen shots from Croc, a few from which he’d been unable to deflect. The hardest punch had landed squaron hon his solar plexus and his ribs and upper abdomen both ached from the imprint of Croc’s fist, still visible on his skin.

Bruce soaked in the 104-degree water, groaning as the water loosened the knots in his aching back and legs. He lost track of time, floating in the hot water until his skin started to purl. He gingerly raised himself out of the tuen gen grimaced as a charley-horse near his groin tightened for a moment. The pain was overwhelming and Bruce bit back a scream, not wanting to give Diana the satisfaction of knowing the extent of his injuries. The spasm in his leg finally wore off enough for him to finish toweling off then he pulled a robe over his shoulders, slipping the belt loosely around his waist. He was about to stride into the massage room weariothiothing underneath the robe then he stopped in mid-stride, ‘Diana is my masseuse tonight.’ Bruce fumbled through a table drawer in the corner, locata paa pair of bikini briefs then slipped them on.

Diana was waiting for him in the massage room, having handed off Monitor Duty to J’onn. The Martin had looked nonplussed at her explanation for her early summons to take over her shift. She thought the Martian had cracked a small wrinkle in the corner of his mouth when she told him she was going to give Batman a massage. She dimmed the lights when he entered the doorway and walked him over to the massage table. He hesitated for a moment then slipped the robe off his shoulders where it piled onto the floor. Diana immediately started to giggle when she saw the tiny under-garment and he quickly laid down on his stomach in order to avoid further embarrassment, placing his head into hole of the table cut out of the table. Rimmed with soft cushions to rest the facial muscles, the hole allowed persperson undergoing the massage to breathe without difficulty.

“Bruce, those are just… precious?” she stammered to find the right word between laughs. “Your attempt at modesty is very nice but I assure you it’s unwarranted. Just imagine that I’m Alfred and everything will be fine. I promise.”

Bruce’s jaw clenched for a moment in the table’s cut-out. He was embarrassed for a moment then resigned to the situation and raised his body into a sitting position. Crouching as he ed oed off the briefs, he quickly slipped back onto the table, laying on his stomach. Diana briefly surveyed his firm rump then covered his legs and rear end with a towel off the nearby rack. Bruce was still in a state of obvious discomfort, fidgeting as she re-secured the towel on his rear. Diana then took a moment to inspect the damage to his body, murmuring in sympathy as the bruises were evident even in the dim light.

Comfortably settled onto the table for thrst rst time, a moment later he felt a wtingtingle between his shoulder blades where Diana applied a daub of oil. She expertly used her fingertips to spread the oil across his bruised lats anaps,aps, gingerly kneading the discolored tissue which had turned purple and black as a consequence of Croc’s punches. Diana listened to the sounds of his labored breathing and a pang of sympathy welled up inside her as she realized the extent of his pain.

“Just breathe easy, Bruce.e whe whispered as he fidgeted between strokes of the erector muscles in his lower back. “I know this must hurt but an increase in blood flow to the damaged tissue will help you heal that much faster.”

‘I’m… fine,” came his muffled reply. Diana applied a second dose of oil to his back and started working the muscles individually between her fingers. She started at his neck, slowly working the tension out of the strong cords of sinew then migrated to the traps’ above his shoulder blades. The thickness and flexibility of his musculature were surprising and Diana stomach lurched nervously. Diana was puzzled for the source of her reaction and realized with a start that this was the first time she’d ever touched one of her teammates in such an intimate way.

As Diana kneaded the muscles with more pressure, Bruce responded with a series of muffled grunts and groans which sounded primal to her ears. Gazing at the sight of his muscled physique on the table below, her breathing quickened as she stood at the top of table, directly over his head. She pushed her hands down the length of his spine towards the firm rump hidden under the towel, returning her hands off the embankment of his butt to his shoulder blades before repeating the initial path.

Despite her long reach, his height required her to lean over his prone figure in order to reach the cleft of his buttocks before her hands would return in the continuous swoop. Each time she leaned over him, her breasts delicately brushed his back while her crotch perched an inch from the top of his head. Only her cotton shift separated their skin from direct contact as Diana routinely avoided wearing a bra. While concentrating on healing his body, Diana’s mouth suddenly went dry as she realized that her nipples were firming ever so slightly, aroused by the sensation of being dragged over his hardened muscles.

Diana sucked in a quick breath as her hands unconsciously sought out the firm flesh hidden beneath the towel; acting under their owlitilition. Realizing her hands were starting to work their way down the apex of flesh hidden under the towel, Diana abruptly terminated that particular technique, lest he begin to suspect that she was molesting him while administering the massage.

She stood up quickly and moved to the opposite end of the table, wrestling between her subconscious desire to explore every nook of his body against her compassionate desire to ease his pain. Diana picked up his left leg, bending the knee at the joint then pulling it back over his rump to determine his level of flexibility. She marveled that his joints didn’t resist the position and she continued bending the leg back over until his foot was resting against his buttock.

“You’re pretty flexible.” She observed quietly.

“Stretching is part of the workout.” He grimaced as the movement of his foot up to his rear end raised his hips off the table for a moment, tightening the spasm in his groin. Diana stole a quick glance at his now exposed member drooping against the table below. She pursed her lips then returned the leg to the table, repeating the exercise with the right leg then stole a second glance at his cock.

She returned his feet a familiar shoulder width apart on the table, then Diana returned to his left side and took hold of that leg again. She bent his leg at the knee, facing the kneecap outwards to better stretch the hip muscle and abductors on that side. Diana pulled the towel back to the right side of his body, exposing the left cheek of his rear end. The perfection of the contour surprised her and she found her hand reaching out to caress the flesh, which felt natural to her touch. She steadied herself a second time, taking a deep breath however a fire had been lit in her body for which she had no remedy. Measuring her breaths against the pounding of her heart, Diana quietly applied a layer of oil on his left cheek to facilitate the massage of the glut’ then immediately felt Bruce recoil from her touch. Diana quickly moved to ease his discomfort by dripping more oil down the length of his leg, pausing to spread more oil on his hamstrings and calves.

Starting on his foot, she flexed the tendons manually, kneading the Achilles and plantar muscles then worked her way up his calf. The hours of workd spd spent on the stairmaster were evident as his legs looked like they’d been chiseled out of granite. Her hands moved steadily in concentric circles, working the tension out of each muscle until the last spasms had faded, then she moved past his knee, probing gently with her fingertips for the sore spots. It wasn’t hard to find the damaged tissue however and continued to draw more blood flow to the damaged areas, accelerating the healing process with her ministrations.

Diana lengthened the strokes of her hands on his hamstrings, starting below his knee and terminating at his rump. Each stroke moved farther and higher, ranging up to the vertical cleft demarcating the firm hemispheres on either side. Her left hand ran the length of his quad until meeting his hip muscles while her right hand flared along his hamstrings until reaching the junction of his cleft and the perineum. Her fingers delved lightly into that sensitive region, flicking the fingertips into the soft flesh but never overtly crossing the line that her hands so desperately wanted to break.

Trailing her fingertips between his thighs, she could feel the cramp in the muscle between his hamstring and quadricep.

“Your abductors are in spasm.” She observed nonchalantly.

“Croc had me by one leg then tried to tear the other one off. Felt like he was peeling a banana inside out. Unfortunately, I was the banana.” Bruce’s voice responded hollowly from the table.

On the table, Bruce shuddered as Diana’s fingers probed the spasm on the inside of his thigh. Her fingertips fluttered into the sensitive perineum on every upward movement. The sensations were exquisite and completely juxtaposed against the pain from the charley-horse in his leg. His body tensed for a second as the sensations of Diana’s fingertips in that sensitive area were causing him to become aroused. His first thought was that his erection would be hidden by its natural tendency to move upwards, therefore it would just snake along thele ule under hismachmach and thus be shielded. His mind raced a second later as he realized that Diana’s repositioning of his body had placed his penis in a position where it was facing downwards.

Bruce was in a state of near panic as he realized that with every stroke along the inside of his thigh, Diana was causing him to harden and lengthen commensurately. He debated as to which contingency was better suited to the situation - whether to raise himself up and make an adjustment to its position or allow her to remove the spasm from his groin and take the risk that she might find a new limb to massage.

Deciding on his path, Bruce willed himself to breathe deeply and forget that the Amazon’s hand was nearing his member when her next stroke finished on his cock. Diana grasped the foreign object, rooting it out to determine its origin then her hand insty rey recoiled from between his legs as she realized she was holding the head of his penis. ‘How is it that its sticking out so far from between his legs?’ she asked herself in disbelief.

Taking a deep breath, Diana excitedly surveyed the exposed portion of his engorged member for a moment then smiled to herself before snaking her hand back to the area. Diana decided to act as if it was part of her normal routine and applied some lotion to the offending member with a series of smooth strokes. She placed a hand under his left hip, then gently raised his hips off the table while guiding his member into a more comfortable, upward facing position. Diana finally returned him to the table, his erection temporarily hidden from view under his torso.

She placed her hands on his leg again to work on the spasm however Bruce had gone completely rigid under her touch.

“Relax.” Diana commanded.

“Sorry,” came the muffled apology from the table.

“Don’t be,e ine instantly replied, echoing their last moment of intimacy in the tandori restaurant. She quickly set to work on the right leg, providing the same ministrations and range of movement exercises to heal his body then she picked the sheet off his body and said, “Turn over.”

“I don’t think that’s wise.” He replied.

“I said…turn over!” she countered evenly.

“I’m having an involuntary physical reaction,” he countered, fear creeping into his voice for the first time since she’d known him. “I’d rather not embarrass you again.”

“The horse is already out of the barn, don’t you think?” she asked, then put her right hand under his left hip and flipped him over.

His erection, now free from the constraints against the table, sprang away from his body. Diana could see the pulses of blood entering the member, filling it to capacity. She was fascinated with its appearance and couldn’t resist touching it.

“Does it require a massage as well?” she teased, gently griping the engorged member.

Bruce’s face was ashen as he was exposed beneath her. She sidled closer to the table and perched lightly on the edge, looking intently into his eyes as she placed her other hand on his chest then pecked him lightly on the lips. His body shivered at her touch as her tongue quickly snaked around his lips, teasing him. Diana sensed his desire and she squirted a second stream of warm oil onto his member then softly stroked the delicate tip with both hands before firming her grip on his rigid shaft.

“That feels nice.” She commented. “I always wondered what it would be like to have your cock in my hand.”

His expression revealed his shock at her statement and more, to her blatantly carnal confession of desire for his body. His eyes closed quickly however as the pace of Diana’s hands slowly increased. She maintained her left hand on his cock, slowly pumping up and down the length of his generous manhood while the other delicately manipulated the soft, sensitive flesh on the underside of its head.

“Do you like that?” she whispered huskily, aroused at the feeling of the ridges and small veins on his cock which were rougher than she imagined.

“hmmmmmm…” was all he could manage, then nodded to make sure she understood his intentions.

She maintained her left hand on his cock, slowly trailing her fingers over the shaft while her right hand snaked down to his scrotum. She lightly tested the weight of each testicle then worked her way farther down, revisiting the sensitive flesh in the juncture she’d explored from the other side a few minutes before. The sensations of his scrotum in her hand were exquisite yet the roughness of the texture surprised her for a second time. Bruce’s face revealed an intensity of a type she’d never seen: pure ecstasy.

Diana’s expression in turn reflected her empowerment over him and she smiled a smile of conquest. Bruce was completely at her mercy for the first time since she’d known him and she slowly savored the reactions she was able to create with various manipulations of his cock. She briefly toyed with the idea of making him lick her boot to fully complete her domination as submission was not something she’d ever imagined from Batman. The thought of his submission completed her own arousal and Diana whipped off her shirt and pants in a millisecond so that he d sed see all of her in her glory.

Leaving him on the table for a moment, Diana retreated to the corner and slowly draped her clothes over the back of a chair. His face reflected his consternation about being left in such a delicate condition but Diana decided to drink in her power over him for a bit longer, saucily shuffling back towards the table, then she stopped a few inches out of his reach.

“Do you like?” she asked, dingding to her nakedness.

“Very much.” He admitted. “Please come over here.”

“I will, but only because you asked nicely.” She replied with a twinkle in her eye.

Slowllowly sauntered over to the table again then stopped next to the table. She bent over him again and slowly dragged her breasts over his cock before she kissed his open mouth. Diana lingered there for a second, tongues probing each other in a wrestling match for dominance, then just as quickly she raised herself over him again, slowing running hengerngertipsr thr the sensitive flesh below his navel. She could feel his stomach tighten and his cock practically followed the path of her hand, begging for her touch and promised release.

More empowered, she resumed pumping his cock with her hand. Bruce reached out to her and in response she turned her back to him, positioning her feet the same width as her shoulders to provide him with the access he wanted. Diana felt his hand caress the cheeks of her ass, grazing his fitipstips over the skin then his fingers deftly slipped through the moist cleft between the two hemispheres. He gently probed the flesh inside of her thighs, which were already damp with anticipation and his touch unleashed the floodgates within. She could feel rivulets of herself on the inside of her legs and Diana leaped a few inches off the ground, her face bathed in pleasure, when he reached her cl

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“Two can play this game.” He murmured, noting with satisfaction that, much as they had been i man many battles before, they were reliant on each other in this moment.

Her mouth opening and closing but remaining strangely quiet, Diana rocked back and forth on his hand, slowly backing up towards him. Her rear end was only a few inches from his face when she bent over and took him in her mouth. The taste of him in her mouth, mixed with the oil, was strong but somehow natural and Diana ran her tongue over the tip in small circles, pausing for a moment as his fingers established a new rhythm which drove her frenzy even higher.

Delicately using his fingers to make a ‘come here’ motion inside her, Bruce raised his torso off the table slowly. His movement was deliberate in order to ensure that she kept him in her mouth as long as possible, then he swung his feet down off the table. His cock was momentarily dislodged from Diana’s mouth and she started to protest to no avail as he quickly mounted himself behind her. Diana’s hands dropped to the table and she moaned loudly as his cock buried itself to the hilt on his first stroke. Their desire was peaked and he quickly slammed his abdomen back then returned the full motion again, furiously pumping his hips. Diana was surprised to feel his hand snake around her waist again and she came ten seconds after he lightly tapped her clit with a reach-around. Bruce’s orgasm started a few seconds later however he pulled out, shooting the streams of his ejaculation onto the crack of her ass.

Diana collapsed onto the table face first then rolled onto her side when Bruce laid next to her. Still basking in the afterglow of her first orgasm, her hand reached down to feel his shrinking tumescence. Diana pouted then smiled to show him that she was teasing him and savored the slow kiss that he planted on her lips a moment later.

“I don’t know about you, but I sure feel better.” He murmured, his eyes still heavy with desire. “Do they teach allthesthese techniques on Themyscira?”

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